masterpiece [gtop]

Chapter 1; exhibition

Jiyong locked his apartment from the outside, putting his keys back in the side pocket of his messenger bag, before walking at a slow pace to the elevator right next to his door, pressing the button and waiting for the elevator to open.

When it did open, Jiyong stepped inside and saw a tall man with a scary yet attractive face, wearing what seemed to be a designer suit. The man was silent, not even bowing to Jiyong when Jiyong bowed to him ever-so-slightly. When Jiyong saw that he and the man were both going to the lobby, he dared to look up at the man who was towering over him. 

Jiyong, at only a height of 152.4 centimeters, felt completely overwhelmed by the man, who was most likely 188 centimeters or more. Not only was his height overwhelming, but the man had a dark, mysterious presence to him that made Jiyong, the pure, young, boy he is, wet himself. The air in the elevator was tense, and Jiyong felt like he was suffocating. He wondered if the man felt the same way as well.

They had finally reached the lobby, and when the doors opened, the tall man was quick to leave, taking long strides to the exit of the apartment building they were in. Jiyong gently stepped out of the lift after the man, taking small strides with his tiny legs to the exit as well, making his way onto the busy streets of Seoul.

Jiyong began to walk in the direction of the art gallery he was going to, not making any stops, as he didn't want to miss the opening of the gallery. They were displaying his favorite artist, Choi Seunghyun's masterpieces, and to say Jiyong was eager to see the man was an understatement.

When Jiyong arrived at the art gallery, he was disheartened to see the opening had already happened, and he had missed it. 

Sighing, Jiyong entered the art gallery, and quickly felt out of place as he saw the other people at the exhibition were dressed in fancy designer clothes, while he was dressed in his best pair of black skinny jeans, an old white button-up his mother had given him for his birthday three years ago, and a gray blazer coat that used to belong to his father, with his favorite pair of black sneakers and a pair of Mona Lisa socks.

Jiyong sighed, pushing away all of the negative thoughts, giving the usher his ticket and stepping inside the exhibition, remembering what he was here for.

Jiyong began looking at Choi Seunghyun's art pieces which were ever-so-beautifully displayed, making Jiyong feel satisfied. He believed his favorite artist only deserved the best.

Waiters and waitresses walked around the gallery, offering people expensive wine, and Jiyong, who was too shy for his own good, couldn't tell the waiter that he wasn't of legal age to drink, so he walked around the gallery holding a glass of wine hoping that no one would notice that he wasn't old enough to be having wine. He never drank it, merely holding it awkwardly in his hands.

He turned a corner, and suddenly, Jiyong was on the floor, and the scary man from earlier had wine splashed on his expensive suit.

Jiyong slowly got up, bowing to the man.

"I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to!" Jiyong exclaimed, and the scary man looked, even more, scarier than before as a scowl set on his face.

"Yah, you bastard, you just spilled wine on Choi Seunghyun!" A bystander hissed at him, and Jiyong felt his soul leave his body at that moment.

Jiyong looked up hesitantly at the scary man, Choi Seunghyun.

How could Jiyong not recognize his favorite artist?

JIyong was screaming at himself inside his head, but outside, Jiyong only lets out a whimper as Choi Seunghyun grabbed him by his collar, dragging Jiyong somewhere he couldn't see.

It seemed that they were in an office of some sort, but Jiyong didn't get much time to look around, as he was thrown roughly onto the floor.

Jiyong sat on his knees, giving Seunghyun a full 90-degree bow, begging for forgiveness.

"First, you show up in the elevator, and now you're here," Seunghyun muttered angrily, and Jiyong had no courage to look up at the man from his bowing position.

"Look at me," Seunghyun demanded in his dark voice that made Jiyong see stars. Jiyong obediently looked up at the man, fear evident on his face.

Seunghyun gently grabbed Jiyong's face with one hand, inspecting it with a smirk.

"My, what a pretty boy you are. How old are you?" Seunghyun muttered, and Jiyong felt more confused than scared now.

"I-I just turned 20, mister," Jiyong replied, stuttering because of nervousness.

"And you had wine? It seems you're a troublemaker," Seunghyun said, and Jiyong felt his heart break.

His favorite person in the world thinks he's a troublemaker.

"I-I couldn't tell the nice waiter no, and he gave the drink and I didn't know what to do with it! I didn't drink it, I swear! Please don't tell my mommy!" Jiyong rambled, tears spilling down his face. Seunghyun chuckled.

"I have a deal for you, pet. Become mine, and we'll never worry about this again, and you won't have to pay for my suit," Seunghyun told the boy, who just now remembered that he ruined Choi Seunghyun's expensive, designer suit.

"Wh-What do you mean, become yours?" Jiyong asked innocently, and Seunghyun chuckled again.

"I mean, I want to own you. In every sense of the word. You will be mine. You will do whatever I say for the rest of your life," Seunghyun told Jiyong, who gasped at his words.

Jiyong remembered what his mommy had told him before he moved out, "Find yourself a man in the city and submit to him completely," Jiyong was eager to fulfill any order his mommy gave him.

Jiyong nodded hesitantly at Seunghyun.

"Okay," He told the man.